the MST3K gang riffs on bad stories i made when i was like nine

WC #3- Host Segment

(ALL are in winter coats)

Tom: Alright, Iceclanians, let's sing our anthem to honor our ancestors... And IcicleStar! (presents Gypsy, as IcicleStar)

Gypsy: Yay!

Lexsi: Hit it, Cambot!

(A marching beat. Think the Pants song)

Lexsi and Tom:

IceClan

IceClan

IceClan home sweet home

Tom:

Winter storms

Snowflakes form

The best place we could call our own!

Lexsi:

IceClan

IceClan

We live to survive in the snow

IceClan

IceClan

Hunger is the only thing we know...

Tom:

We travel

To the Savannah

And we get some food from another clan!

Because we

Aren't good at hunting

So we steal from fellow man!

Lexsi and Tom:

IceClan

IceClan

IceClan, we are mighty!

IceClan

IceClan

We shiver and suffer nightly!

(Lexsi and Tom clearly have noticed that their song isn't pleasing Gypsy)

Lexsi: Uh-

Lexsi:

IceClan

IceClan

We have moose in our own horizon!

IceClan

IceClan

We refuse to admit we're a riot!

Tom:

IceClan

IceClan

Our leader is kinda almost dead

And our

Deputy BearFoot

Has some wackadoodle head!

Lexsi and Tom:

Although we

Survive the cold

We don't think IceClan is well!

So maybe

Our own IceClan

Can somehow, somehow, survive out of this

Hell!

(end)

Tom: IceClan doesn't sound so great anymore...

Gypsy: I quit.

Lexsi: Yeah, they kinda need to... Get out of the Arctic at least.

BEEP! BEEP!

ALL: WE GOT STORY SIGN!

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